Kit's Apartment
Apple had possibly been the best choice out of those pies on offer, especially if Kit's response was anything to go by and Shae had to agree. The raen didn't tackle the pastry with quite the same enthusiasm as their galdor companion but they were enjoying themselves. Dessert and a show. It was highly amusing to watch him
"Sure that you don't want to just stick your face in it and get it over with, Kit?" they teased. "You're doing an excellent job of making a mess, love."
They couldn't help but grin as they watched him, although the mischief and humour in their gaze dimmed, replaced by something more thoughtful as Shae considered the man. They'd been doing that more and more in recent days, sitting and thinking as they gazed at Kit, trying to make sense of certain emotions that he managed to elicit from them. They'd been with him almost two weeks and some things hadn't changed much since the day of their first meeting when he'd picked them up on the street, fed them and taken them in.
Shae still found the galdor incredibly attractive, more so now though. They'd had time to see more of them, to see various habits and quirks of his and they liked what they saw, they couldn't help it. They had a helpless fascination for him when he sang or when he played, musical talent definitely there and the man's confidence and evident pleasure when he did anything musical simply added to his appeal. By comparison, their own forays into anything musical with this new body were pathetic but they were still learning things about it, about what it could do and how they could control it. They were oddly self-conscious about the whole thing and when Kit had come across them, he'd tried to encourage them, the raen a bit embarrassed by the whole thing but also buoyed by the fact that he didn't seem to think that their endeavour was a doomed one.
However, something else that hadn't changed was the fact that Kit was a gentleman towards them. Oh he flirted outrageously and Shae was more able to keep up with him now but he'd been careful around them. They'd wondered if he was just giving them space, allowing them to heal but they were better now, so much better. Maybe he sensed it or maybe they were hyper-aware, as they were sure that they'd caught more interested looks from him in recent days, a flicker in his eye before he seemed to suppress it. Now they wondered if it was just the return of this body's libido, the electrifying sense of desire making them see what they wanted everywhere.
They were right here, undeniably here and not unattractive, they'd spent time looking at their own reflection, a healthier happy glow to their face as they took the time to apply eyeliner on a daily basis, the gaunt, ill cast to their face having disappeared. They were more confident in themself - trousers definitely helped - and confidence was sexy, right?
And yet Shae had come to the conclusion that he didn't see them like that but more like a child. That horrible thought had taken root a few nights before when the musician had returned home with a pretty witch, the noise they'd made coming into the apartment more than enough to raise the raen from their sleep on the couch. Muzzy and disorientated, they had been slow to realise what was going on. And Kit had realised that they'd woken up and he had trotted over and given them a kiss on the forehead like they were a child and told them to go back to sleep.
As if they could have slept through that!
No, of course they had decided to make themself scarce, allow Kit to conduct his uh... entertaining in peace but yet they had been slow to do so, almost rooted there as they listened to Kit and the witch, emotions stirred within them before they finally made themself move, not wanting to hear things come to their fruition. And all they could think in the midst of their hurt and jealousy was that they'd been there and Kit had gone elsewhere. Kit had kissed them on the forehead, been strangely soothing as they went about their business - just for the grown-ups, a group of which Shae hadn't felt they were a part. Only if they'd received a pat on their head would it have been any clearer.
They knew that Cordelia had been a slip of a girl, quite youthful in appearance and it was something that they'd inherited but Shae wasn't some girl-child. They had fucking tits! Proper ones! Although Kit was aware of that. They hadn't been the most... attractive at the time though. Maybe that was in his head too. Vulnerable, girl-child whose body was-
It was fucking frustrating! It wasn't fucking fair! They understood that he had needs and wants and all that but so did they! The raen was decidedly not dead in that regard although it wasn't like they'd gone and announced it to the galdor. They'd been discreet about things as they became quietly and more intimately acquainted with their new body but surely he'd heard something. They hadn't always been able to stifle a sound in time, lying on the couch afterwards wondering if he was going to appear and-
Well, the idea that he might come to investigate was providing plenty of fantasy fuel but the real Kit seemed oblivious. Disappointingly so. They were very nearly ready to confront them about it or provoke a reaction from him but they weren't wholly certain how to go about doing it. Were they meant to blurt things out, manufacture a situation or simply wait for an opportunity?
Which brought them back to the pie, the thoughtful look on their face as they considered him. He really was making a mess. He'd shaved since that first day, mostly clean shaven these days but he seemed to be trying to reconstruct the beginnings of a beard in crumbs. It was particularly noticeable around his mouth, his lips comically covered in pie crumbs and bits of the apple filling. They found themself looking at his lips and then they couldn't help themself, words flowing naturally to their own lips.
"Kit, you've gotten more pie around your mouth than in it. Here, lemme just..." they began, trailing off as they leaned in, narrowing the distance between them to bring their mouth to his. It was likely very unexpected but it gave them the chance to do what they said they'd do; they cleaned his mouth all right! It wasn't a long kiss but it included a careful flick of tongue and the soft catching of his lower lip between their own before they drew back, making a show of licking their lips, undeniably deliberate. Their was a touch of smugness to their smile but it was more of an invitation, something bright and dancing in their grey-blue gaze.
"Now, I've taken care of you."